jupiter 2016

jupiter 2016                             July 1, 2016
these words about a broken poet
and his suicide note in bismark
and i know you
oh my jupiter
have been left by your wife
because you were never with her
and i think
in my heart
about you and me
me and you
and the day you proposed
we go to vegas for thanksgiving
and marry
but i was 18 and said no
but i am 17
and still
shattered around the sun
sleeping around the moon
with a new boy every month
where my heart is bonded to you
but you want jessica
and vodka
but i am 32
and we both have kids
and you live in dallas
and i live in albuquerque
and we never speak

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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